‘I want the K’
Romantic Kiss
Cloudy gray blue eyes stared down at the half-asleep teen, drinking in every curve and plane of the now achingly familiar face. How they ended up at this point, Derek didn’t know. He couldn’t tell anyone how he’d managed to get so lucky—-a chance to be happy, something he’d not felt in far too long, that’s what he was being offered—-but with Stuart lying there, contently dozing off every now and then in his bed, it made him grateful to his pack once more for introducing them. He’d not felt this way since Paige if he were being honest with himself, and he had to clamp down on any lingering fears that tried to take over, tried to have him push the other away for his own protection.
Seeing Stuart stirring, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks before his eyes met the alpha’s and that still half-asleep smile aimed at him—-it was all he needed to push those thoughts away and focus on the here and now rather than what might come at them next.
Lacing their fingers together, he leaned down, lips brushing over the smooth column of throat, to his jaw, to his sharp cheekbone. He drank in every little bit of the teen as he could, tongue darting out to taste, to mark and claim, letting their scents mingling in a way that he knew most couldn’t understand fully but had his inner ‘wolf rumbling in a pleased way.
Finally, though, he’d reached his destination and meeting Stuart’s gaze, Derek shot him an all-too rare flash of a smile—-here and gone in a second—-before he leaned forward and captured his lips in a slow, deep kiss.
Derek wasn’t a fool to think that good things lasted, especially not in the hectic life he lived, but for as long as he could have this, could have him, he would savor it.
